Stunned by the cries and groans that pierced his ears, and almost stifled by the pestilential effluvia, he rushed out of the house, and gladly accepted a glass of sack offered him by his conductor, which removed the dreadful nausea that affected him.
"I now remember that the two last persons brought here were taken to the barn," observed the chirurgeon; "I will go with you thither, if you think proper." The grocer assented, and the chirurgeon crossed the yard, and opened the door of the barn, on the floor of which upwards of twenty beds were laid.

Passing between them, Mr.Bloundel narrowly scrutinized every countenance; but, to his great relief, recognised no one.

One couch alone remained to be examined.

The poor sufferer within it had drawn the coverings over his face, and when they were removed he was found quite dead! He was a young man; and the agony he had endured in the last struggle was shown by his collapsed frame and distorted features.

It was not, however, Leonard; and, so far satisfied, though greatly shocked, Mr.Bloundel hurried out.
"Thank Heaven he is not here!" he exclaimed to his conductor.
"You have not seen the dead bodies in the outhouse," returned the other; "it is possible his may be among them." "I trust not," rejoined the grocer, shuddering; "but as I have gone thus far, I will not leave my errand unaccomplished.